"Where exactly did you hear it?" Lance asked stubbornly. But Addison only lowered her gaze and didn't answer his question. She zoned out for a long moment. Then, rubbing her temples, she picked up the wine jug on the table and poured herself a full glass. "You're drinking?" Lance lifted his eyes to look at her. Addison still didn't respond. She held the full glass in her hand, then tilted her head back and drank most of it in one go. Slowly swallowing, the chaotic thoughts in her mind seemed to settle a bit. The crisp, fragrant wine was sweet and mellow as it went down. For the first time, Addison allowed herself to blank out, taking one sip after another without pause. "Don't drink so fast," Lance said, watching her gulp it down, growing visibly concerned. He didn't feel much when drinking, but seeing her like this made him anxious. "Drink less. Alcohol is bad for your health." "Bad for your health? Then why do you drink so much?" Addison turned her head to look at him. Lance lowered his gaze. "I ... I drink because ... I have things on my mind." "Oh, things on your mind?" Addison dragged out the words. "I have things on my mind, too. "So, I'll drink a few more glasses." "What do you have on your mind?" Lance looked at her steadily. "I ... " Addison opened her mouth, wanting to say something. Lance held his breath, watching her intently. But just as the words reached her lips, Addison shook her head. "I'm not telling you." "Not telling me?" "Yeah, not telling you." Lance immediately pretended to be angry. "I'm drinking with you, and you're not going to tell me? You're so unreasonable, aren't you?" Addison didn't argue back, acting as if it didn't matter. "Yeah, I'm unreasonable." "You ... " Lance was at a loss for words. "Then don't drink anymore. This wine isn't good." "It's good." "It's not good at all. The jug you just poured from—that wine's bad. Mine's better. Let me pour it for you." Addison glanced at him as if contemplating the truth of his words. After a moment of thought, she extended her glass. "Fine, then pour it for me." Only then did Lance look satisfied. He took the glass from her hand and said, "Alright, I'll pour for you." He lazily picked up his wine jug, removed the stopper, and filled the glass to the brim. The wine sparkled crystal-clear under the light. Addison instinctively reached for the glass.But Lance suddenly turned it away and, instead of giving it to her, took a sip himself. "Hey! That's the glass I drank from!" "Ah ... " Lance looked a little apologetic. "I forgot." What do you mean you forgot? You literally just took it from my hand, and now you're saying you don't remember? You're clearly pretending! "Give it back to me." "Tell me what's on your mind, and I'll give the wine back to you." He wanted to know what she was thinking. He wanted to understand her better. "I'm not telling," Addison said, putting her hand down. "You haven't told me anything, so why should I tell you?" "I haven't told you? Then what was I just saying? Was I talking to the air?" Lance set the glass down, looking slightly annoyed. "You said something? What did you even say?"